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=== Book II ===
# [[The Odes/Book II/1|To Pollio, Writing His History of the Civil Wars]]  
# [[The Odes/Book II/1|To Pollio, Writing His History of the Civil Wars]]  
# [[The Odes/Book II/2|Money]]  
# [[The Odes/Book II/2|Money]]  
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# [[The Odes/Book II/16|Contentment]]
# [[The Odes/Book II/16|Contentment]]
# [[The Odes/Book II/17|We’ll Go Together]]
# [[The Odes/Book II/17|We’ll Go Together]]
=== BkII:XVIII Vain Riches ===
# [[The Odes/Book II/18|Vain Riches]]
# [[The Odes/Book II/19|To Bacchus]]
# [[The Odes/Book II/20|Poetic Immortality]]


=== Index of First Lines ===


=== Metres Used in Book I ===
There’s no ivory, there’s no


gilded panelling, gleaming here in my house,


no beams of Hymettian
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marble rest on pillars quarried in deepest
 
 
Africa, I’ve not, as heir
 
to Attalus, become unwitting owner
 
of some palace, no noble
 
ladies trail robes of Spartan purple for me.
 
 
But I’ve honour, and a vein
 
of kindly wit, and though I’m poor the rich man
 
seeks me out: I don’t demand
 
anything more of the gods, or my powerful
 
 
friend, I’m contented enough
 
blessed with my one and only Sabine Farm.
 
Day treads on the heels of day,
 
and new moons still continue to wane away.
 
 
Yet you contract on the edge
 
of the grave itself for cut marble, forget
 
the tomb and raise a palace,
 
pushing hard to extend the shore of Baiae’s
 
 
roaring seas, not rich enough
 
in mainland coast. What’s the point of tearing down
 
every neighbouring boundary
 
edging your fields, leaping over, in your greed,
 
 
the limits of your tenants? Both the husband
 
and wife, and their miserable
 
children, are driven out, and they’re left clutching
 
their household gods to their breast.
 
 
Yet there’s no royal courtyard
 
that more surely waits for a wealthy owner,
 
than greedy Orcus’ fateful
 
limits. Why stretch for more? Earth’s equally open
 
 
to the poorest of men and
 
the sons of kings: and Orcus’s ferryman
 
couldn’t be seduced by gold
 
to row back and return crafty Prometheus.
 
 
Proud Tantalus, and Pelops
 
his son, he holds fast, and whether he’s summoned,
 
or whether he’s not, he lends
 
an ear, and frees the poor man, his labours done.
 
 
 
 
=== BkII:XIX To Bacchus ===
 
 
I saw Bacchus on distant cliffs - believe me,
 
O posterity - he was teaching songs there,
 
and the Nymphs were learning them, and all
 
the goat-footed Satyrs with pointed ears.
 
 
Evoe! My mind fills with fresh fear, my heart
 
filled with Bacchus, is troubled, and violently
 
rejoices. Evoe! Spare me, Liber,
 
dreaded for your mighty thyrsus, spare me.
 
 
It’s right to sing of the wilful Bacchantes,
 
the fountain of wine, and the rivers of milk,
 
to sing of the honey that’s welling,
 
and sliding down from the hollow tree-trunks:
 
 
It’s right to sing of your bride turned goddess, your
 
Ariadne, crowned among stars: the palace
 
of Pentheus, shattered in ruins,
 
and the ending of Thracian Lycurgus.
 
 
You direct the streams, and the barbarous sea,
 
and on distant summits, you drunkenly tie
 
the hair of the Bistonian women,
 
with harmless knots made of venomous snakes.
 
 
When the impious army of Giants tried
 
to climb through the sky to Jupiter’s kingdom,
 
you hurled back Rhoetus, with the claws
 
and teeth of the terrifying lion.
 
 
Though you’re said to be more suited to dancing,
 
laughter, and games, and not equipped to suffer
 
the fighting, nevertheless you shared
 
the thick of battle as well as the peace.
 
 
Cerberus saw you, unharmed, and adorned
 
with your golden horn, and, stroking you gently,
 
with his tail, as you departed, licked
 
your ankles and feet with his triple tongue.
 
 
 
 
 
=== BkII:XX Poetic Immortality ===
 
 
A poet of dual form, I won’t be carried
 
through the flowing air on weak or mundane wings,
 
nor will I linger down here on earth,
 
for any length of time: beyond envy,
 
 
I’ll leave the cities behind. It’s not I, born
 
of poor parents, it’s not I, who hear your voice,
 
beloved Maecenas, I who’ll die,
 
or be encircled by Stygian waters.
 
 
Even now the rough skin is settling around
 
my ankles, and now above them I’ve become
 
a snow-white swan, and soft feathers are
 
emerging over my arms and shoulders.
 
 
Soon, a melodious bird, and more famous
 
than Icarus, Daedalus’ son, I’ll visit
 
Bosphorus’ loud shores, Gaetulian
 
Syrtes, and the Hyperborean plains.
 
 
Colchis will know me, so will the Scythians,
 
who pretend to show no fear of Italian
 
troops, and the Geloni: Spain will learn
 
from me, the expert, and those who drink Rhone.
 
 
No dirges at my insubstantial funeral,
 
no elegies, and no unseemly grieving:
 
suppress all the clamour, not for me
 
the superfluous honour of a tomb.
 
 
 
 
 
== Index of First Lines ==
 
 
 
You’re handling the Civil Wars, since Metellus. 5
 
Crispus, silver concealed in the greedy earth. 7
 
When things are troublesome, always remember,8
 
Phocian Xanthis, don’t be ashamed of love. 9
 
She’s not ready to bear a yoke on her bowed. 10
 
Septimus, you, who are prepared to visit11
 
O Pompey, often led, with me, by Brutus,12
 
If any punishment ever visited. 13
 
The rain doesn’t fall from the clouds forever14
 
You’ll live more virtuously, my Murena,15
 
Don’t ask what the warlike Spaniards are plotting,16
 
You’d not wish the theme of Numantia’s fierce wars. 17
 
Tree, whoever planted you first it was done. 18
 
Oh how the years fly, Postumus, Postumus,20
 
Not long now and our princely buildings will leave. 21
 
It’s peace the sailor asks of the gods, when he’s. 22
 
Why do you stifle me with your complaining?. 24
 
There’s no ivory, there’s no. 26
 
I saw Bacchus on distant cliffs - believe me,28
 
A poet of dual form, I won’t be carried. 30
 
 
 
== Metres Used in Book II. ==
 
 
 
The number of syllables most commonly employed in each standard line of the verse is given. This may vary slightly for effect (two beats substituted for three etc.) in a given line.
 
 
Alcaic Strophe: 11 (5+6) twice, 9, 10   
 
used in Odes: 1,3,5,7,9,11,13,14,15,17,19, 20
 
 
Sapphic and Adonic: 11(5+6) three times, 5
 
Odes: 2,4,6,8,10,16
 
 
First Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) all lines
 
Odes: None in Book II
 
 
Second Asclepiadean: 8, 12 (6+6), alternating
 
Odes: None in Book II
 
 
Third Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) three times, 8
 
Ode: 12
 
 
Fourth Asclepiadean: 12 (6+6) twice, 7, 8
 
Odes: None in Book II


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Fifth Asclepiadean: 16 (6+4+6) all lines
 
Odes: None in Book II
 
 
Alcmanic Strophe: 17 (7+10) or less, 11 or less, alternating
 
Odes: None in Book II
 
 
First Archilochian: 17 (7+10) or less, 7 alternating
 
Odes: None in Book II
 
 
Fourth Archilochian Strophe: 18 (7+11) or less, 11 (5+6) alternating
 
Odes: None in Book II
 
 
Second Sapphic Strophe: 7, 15 (5+10) alternating
 
Odes: None in Book II
 
 
Trochaic Strophe: 7,11 alternating
 
Ode: 18
 
 
Ionic a Minore: 16 twice, 8
 
Odes: None in Book II
 
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Latest revision as of 09:41, 27 January 2013

Book I The Odes
Book II
written by Horace 		Book III



Book II

  1. To Pollio, Writing His History of the Civil Wars
  2. Money
  3. One Ending
  4. Loving A Servant Girl
  5. Be Patient
  6. Tibur and Tarentum
  7. A Friend Home From the Wars
  8. Faithless Barine
  9. Stop Weeping
  10. The Golden Mean
  11. Don’t Ask
  12. Terentia’s Singing
  13. Nearly, Tree
  14. Eheu Fugaces
  15. Excess
  16. Contentment
  17. We’ll Go Together
  18. Vain Riches
  19. To Bacchus
  20. Poetic Immortality

Index of First Lines

Metres Used in Book I

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